Constant is the Rain

Being and begetting, struggling and

enduring, all of it bewildering as time

passes and the church bells ring.

Like cold rain running through her

veins, the chilling feeling asDelphi

walks the ghetto streets each day,

shivering even when the sun is

blazing.  While across the city

where the girls her age look so

pretty, strolling in their fashionable

clothes along the tree lined lanes

and avenues, is where she prays

she’ll live someday, somehow,

someway.

Shadows stalk her shivering steps.

Life shifts through a freezing mist,

as gunfire crackles and sirens wail

and her fate is sealed with coffin nails.